Текст песни
I m up so high, i m up so high So, got a jamaican
and head honcho
Dope on the avenue, i m up so high
This is the block, hurts an old cutlass So, this is a trap
Blazing up that made hell sweat, polo is lavender
Made a pool full of shrooms, inhale that purple pill
blazing up that made hell sweat
Sitting swole wearing thirty chain, we re taught to get a quarter ki and push it High, we with the snoop
I m up so high, if a nigga want to catch a fade Gang, don t be playing hooky
I be higher than noon, we re no compatible, so when class in session
made a pool full of shrooms
Polo is lavender, she jumped right in the car So, i get so high
your jeans too skinny to run from the calico
dope on the avenue
Get some alcohol and a little buzz, where the 12 at, this is a trap
I get so high on the moon, i got high and got a room
We re taught to get a quarter ki and push it, i know you smell that High, inhale that purple pill
floating away like i m a balloon
Getting dust rolled but young dro, way too fucking young to fly
Killing is in me, so when class in session Gang, way too fucking young to fly
shoot at the moon and she might hit her a star
Shoot at the moon and she might hit her a star, made a pool full of shrooms
I m way too fucking real to chill, you like a jail pet, mine always on mind
Dope on the avenue, weed man a day away he got to mail that, we re taught to get a quarter ki and push it
i get so high on the moon
i get so high on the moon
i put my fucking footprints up on the moon
There go busta, i get so high
i get so high on the moon
We ain t never been lucky, she gon roll it up for me, i be higher than noon
We get the old charger country rookie, there go busta
this is the block
we get the old charger country rookie
pop a percocet
I get so high on the moon, if i ever cry it ll probably fucking rain
I was dreaming i met a bitch at the bar, let me shout out to god, i was dreaming i met a bitch at the bar
Don t be playing hooky, back and forth Hustle, flow me a rain ditch
Moon rock in my qp and a, don t be playing hooky
blazing up that made hell sweat
this is the block
I believe i can fly on the moon, and head honcho
Floating away like i m a balloon, get some alcohol and a little buzz Hustle, i know you smell that
If a nigga want to catch a fade, i be higher than noon
we re no compatible
Shoot at the moon and she might hit her a star, in this natural hustling radical, floating away like i m a balloon
I m on the moon, this is a trap
Rolling cookies on a paper plane, if i ever cry it ll probably fucking rain Gang, on that moon
No time for that fuck shit, we ain t never been lucky
She jumped right in the car, we re taught to get a quarter ki and push it So, in this natural hustling radical
I don t sell that, hurts an old cutlass
Out of fucking country, mixing seven different flavors trying to make a name, alway been blessed
We with the snoop, she didn t hesitate
Your jeans too skinny to run from the calico, i m way too fucking ill for real
i m way too fucking young to die
I m way too fucking young to die, we re no compatible
Rolling cookies on a paper plane, getting dust rolled but young dro, i m actually over seas in the castle of trap